Watching you (11/?)
anonymous
June 6 2010, 10:14:26 UTC
Two hours later I found myself staring at some blobs of paint crossing a wall while I wondered. Not about the meaning of life or if those blobs meant something special or if the artist had had some weird grass in his backyard that made him want to paint such horror. No, I wondered if this was a memory that would pass my eyes by when I was lying on my deathbed. I really doubted it.
Arthur had went to take a piss - with his words: he'd gone for a tinkle. I snickered at the thought of him in front of the urinal, holding his cock with two fingers while fixing a monocle with the other hand. I really didn't get him. Neither did I get his choice of activity.
I threw a look around. The art museum mostly captured old people who tried to forget they were nearing their death with each step they took towards a new painting. There was a few teenagers who'd run into the gallery to be cooled off. The air conditioner in here was the greatest hit. Then there was those two young, delicious women wearing short skirts and big boobs. Oh yes, they were wearing those boobs well. I slowly turned around, suddenly interested in the painting in front of them. My eyes slid across the landscape. Then down their hair. Down to their ass. Nice. I smiled a little and started swaying from heel to toe and back again, enjoying the gallery.
One of them noticed me. She turned around and winked at me. I saluted and made her giggle. She poked her friend's shoulder. She turned around as well and did boob-jiggle. This guy's look bring all the girls to the yard, and they're like 'let's get it on'!
Arthur was like 'let's get you out of here'. I hadn't even noticed him. He suddenly came from behind, grabbed my arm and started dragging me out of the room. I blinked and looked at him with a stunned smile.
"Oh, you're done?"
"No, but you are. What were you doing?"
"Flirting." He stopped and looked back at the girls. They were staring at us. One of them pointed at Arthur and waved. Arthur's cheeks went completely red, and he pulled me so hard that I almost tripped and fell.
"You're making people notice us. Stop doing that!"
"I am? You're the one wearing expensive clothes. Everyone's looking at you, not me." He raised a brow at me and stopped in the hall. I sighed. "You haven't noticed?" Apparently he had not. He started to look around. It was true. People weren't just staring at us for running around like idiots, dragging each other by the arm. That was quite a common sight around here with the college being close by. And the gay community wasn't really shy either. But some guy wearing Louis Vuitton like it's bought at Walmart, he gets noticed.
"Fuck…" Arthur looked honestly shocked. So shocked I felt sorry for him. "I mean, this is just what I am used to wear.."
"Yeah, at your neighbourhood I am sure it's not a seldom sight. But if you really want today to be kept a secret, you need some new clothes."
"Where can I get the clothes the man in the street would wear?" I patted his back.
"I'll show you."
*
The real problem was that Arthur wasn't used to hanging around normal guys. I quickly realised that his world had some kind of standards that you should live up to, and if you couldn't, you would be made fun of. Therefore he couldn't bring me into his world. If any of his friends saw him wandering around with someone like me, he would be the topic of the day, a mere joke. But on the other hand he didn't fit into any of the places I normally went to. We had hardly stepped into the mall before his confidence faded away, and he stumbled awkwardly by my side, his eyes big and scared. He was like a baby. Lost.
"How should I behave?" he asked me with ragged breath.
"Behave?" I looked at him. He had by own free will taken a hold of my arm, and was about to break it. He gave it a tug.
Arthur had went to take a piss - with his words: he'd gone for a tinkle. I snickered at the thought of him in front of the urinal, holding his cock with two fingers while fixing a monocle with the other hand. I really didn't get him. Neither did I get his choice of activity.
I threw a look around. The art museum mostly captured old people who tried to forget they were nearing their death with each step they took towards a new painting. There was a few teenagers who'd run into the gallery to be cooled off. The air conditioner in here was the greatest hit. Then there was those two young, delicious women wearing short skirts and big boobs. Oh yes, they were wearing those boobs well. I slowly turned around, suddenly interested in the painting in front of them. My eyes slid across the landscape. Then down their hair. Down to their ass. Nice. I smiled a little and started swaying from heel to toe and back again, enjoying the gallery.
One of them noticed me. She turned around and winked at me. I saluted and made her giggle. She poked her friend's shoulder. She turned around as well and did boob-jiggle. This guy's look bring all the girls to the yard, and they're like 'let's get it on'!
Arthur was like 'let's get you out of here'. I hadn't even noticed him. He suddenly came from behind, grabbed my arm and started dragging me out of the room. I blinked and looked at him with a stunned smile.
"Oh, you're done?"
"No, but you are. What were you doing?"
"Flirting." He stopped and looked back at the girls. They were staring at us. One of them pointed at Arthur and waved. Arthur's cheeks went completely red, and he pulled me so hard that I almost tripped and fell.
"You're making people notice us. Stop doing that!"
"I am? You're the one wearing expensive clothes. Everyone's looking at you, not me." He raised a brow at me and stopped in the hall. I sighed. "You haven't noticed?" Apparently he had not. He started to look around. It was true. People weren't just staring at us for running around like idiots, dragging each other by the arm. That was quite a common sight around here with the college being close by. And the gay community wasn't really shy either. But some guy wearing Louis Vuitton like it's bought at Walmart, he gets noticed.
"Fuck…" Arthur looked honestly shocked. So shocked I felt sorry for him. "I mean, this is just what I am used to wear.."
"Yeah, at your neighbourhood I am sure it's not a seldom sight. But if you really want today to be kept a secret, you need some new clothes."
"Where can I get the clothes the man in the street would wear?" I patted his back.
"I'll show you."
*
The real problem was that Arthur wasn't used to hanging around normal guys. I quickly realised that his world had some kind of standards that you should live up to, and if you couldn't, you would be made fun of. Therefore he couldn't bring me into his world. If any of his friends saw him wandering around with someone like me, he would be the topic of the day, a mere joke. But on the other hand he didn't fit into any of the places I normally went to. We had hardly stepped into the mall before his confidence faded away, and he stumbled awkwardly by my side, his eyes big and scared. He was like a baby. Lost.
"How should I behave?" he asked me with ragged breath.
"Behave?" I looked at him. He had by own free will taken a hold of my arm, and was about to break it. He gave it a tug.
"What should I say? It's been so long…"
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